ITALIAN HONEY // VOLTURI KINGS

ITALIAN HONEY // VOLTURI KINGS

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"Non importa quanto discutiamo, vi amerò per sempre tutti e tre. Non pensare mai diversamente." The young woman whispers lovingly to them, running her hands through the blonde kings' platinum locks while her other hand was resting on the brown-haired king's chest. The youngest king, Marcus, raised from laying his head on the woman's thighs and gently grasped the woman's cheek to pull her into a passionate kiss. "We love you too, my love. Always." Translation: "No matter how much we argue. I love all three of you. Never believe otherwise." In which a black teenager with a mixed-race background discovers she is the mate of three vampire kings. Or A sixteen-year-old-year-old girl from foster care finds her forever home and true love in ancient kings. POST TWILIGHT: FEW YEARS AFTER BREAKING DAWN VOLTURI QUEENS' IMPRINT X PLUS SIZE BLACK FEMALE OC X VOLTURI KINGS' SOULMATE
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Shadows

"A soulmate." He starts, his voice bounces off the wall of the empty room. "There is nothing more beautiful in the world than them, for they are the epitome of perfect. They are the part you've been searching for forever. The cynosure for each other. Made for each other, like a puzzle, complete. Their scent so beautiful you could smell it for centuries and never get tired of it." He crouches in front of my figure. Lifting his hands and places them on my face and sparks fly across my cheeks, birthing joyful butterflies in my stomach. His eyes dance down my face, and his thumbs move to trace the outline of my cold lips. How much I find myself wanting to lean closer and savor the contact. "There are our better halves, making us whole" --- King meets his Queen Both have memories that are better left untouched. But are they willing to make an exception for each other? Book #1 of the Soul series.

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